Day 1. Again.

I am at the center of an ecosystem. I need to remember that in all that is good, there first must be the detritus (not Petraitis) that forms the foundation of splendor as tall as redwoods and as humble as the moss that grows on the redwood's bark. I lie in state, like a great overripe banana. I'm left in a bowl and forgotten, until someone decides I'm too old even to be made into banana bread, or anything useful. I have been here for so long I forget that I was once firm skinned and whole, and now as the students swarm around me like so many fruit flies I know my malaise is not just fatigue, but the memory of being forgotten. And yet I remain. So begins another year.

I forgot to give period one their schedules. I imagine they all just wandered around like abandoned ducklings, crying out as they went door to door in all of the buildings chirping out "are you my teacher?" I suppose they are still there now, schedule-less and lost. Most of them will probably be picked off by the wolves that I assume roam Cypress Bay at night. This will free up a few desks for me, however the strong ones will fight back and everyone knows that if you can fight a wolf, you can certainly fight a sad middle-aged teacher. I'll need to be wary.

My AICE Global Cybersecurity class seemed vaguely familiar. Perhaps we knew each other once long ago in a memory I've chosen to suppress? I look forward to a year of excellent cookies and vibrant guitar solos. I've also noted that the table that was tasked with researching poaching and specifically whaling in Japan seemed a little defensive. I can only imagine they've eaten a whale or two and now feel the guilt of it. What's next? I imagine their lunchboxes filled with baby otters and the endangered eggs of the last condors. None of them have denied it. That makes it almost fact.

So ends day 1.